The name is Monique Jeannette Henderson. A six-foot-one, heavyset, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, beautiful young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend the University of Massachusetts-Boston, where I major in civil engineering. This right here of my tale of getting by in the city of Boston. It’s hard out here for a sister but I’m...
Damn, it was hot! There I was, sweat running down my forehead and half blinding my eyes, rendering the levelling staff a hundred yards away almost unreadable. I wondered whether it was worth it. I wondered whether the new community centre would ever be actually built. Whether any of the little Kenyan kids sat there quietly observing me would ever sit in a s...
(The West Coast of Africa, 1684) I frantically dug into the soft floor of the jungle, one eye fixed on the growing light appearing in the Eastern sky. My hands scooped dirt, rotted vegetation, fallen branches and anything else they encountered, flinging it in a pile beside the shallow trench I knelt in. The triple canopy overhead was thick enough to filter...
The usual disclaimers: if you don't like it, close it or don't open it. There is a sound that wood makes when it is stressed. A certain pull of the grain and a low harp sound when your wrists are tied to it and you move. A certain secure feeling...maybe longing for something different. Tugging and release so much a part of the tie up. She looks at me and...
Sorry about all the "A" names I don't know what I was thinking when I did that. To help clear something else up Andrey and Andreyah are twins "Twin" is thier nick name for each other. I know its confusing, but when I started writing this story the charecters told me what they wanted and I complied. Enjoy the second chapter and the exciting twist. ~Lioness_...
Safari This story, as is all stories, isn't written for everyone. If you enjoyed it, thank you very much and you're welcome. If not, thank you for visiting. ***** Africa. Kenya. It was just before it got really hot. Even now it was hot and dry and everywhere we drove the dust billowed up in back of us so thick we could hardly see where we've been. There w...
11. The ristorante was elegant in its simplicity in the way that many Roman restaurants can be, and managed to convey its high class status with the attentiveness of its wait staff rather than lots of ornate fixtures. The group of six had been pampered by a helpful sommelier since being seated and as a result, all of the diners had a nice buzz going and the...
Jamieson Uw watched the young woman from beneath the shelter of a large tree. She was beautiful in the crisp night air and amber light of the setting sun. Her hair formed almost perfect burnished ringlet curls that hung half way down her back. Her eyes were a light brown with green flecks that reminded him of the big cats that they studied. He knew that a ca...
Hello everyone, Welcome back to the world of Werewolves and Indians. This series, Dark Weres, introduces Betty's family from the south. This first chapter has no sex in it. This is not intended to be a raunchy sex tale, but a well told story. I certainly hope you enjoy it. Thank you Andi for editing this chapter and supporting me as I wrote this story. P...
Note: This is not just a sex story, it is more a novella, that contains explicit sex, so be advised, if you don't want a long story, only sex, then please don't read. All references to the Wodaabe tribe are absolutely accurate. Excuse any inaccuracies with regards to time and distance, I have sailed on many seas but I am not a navigator. It seemed to be for...